Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

split all secret-agenty, like last time?
He's probably off somewhere getting his ass kicked. You know how wild he gets.
The only thing that could help Riley work it out was time.
And, Anya, I really have no clue what their wedding was like.
- I've been working! - Where? In a slaughterhouse?
So, how are Mr and Mrs High-strung?
I do want you.
So, are you and Sam headed back to Central America? Or is that classified?
- Rough night? - The usual.
There's no bad guys in this one.
Call this your wedding gift.
You've always known, and you come to me all the same.
So we have to find the nest before Sunnydale turns into the Trouble Meat Palace.
And now I look at them...
I get it.
Buffy, meet Sam. Sam, Buffy.
- Down we go? - Looks that way.
Stop wolfing down those chips. One more bag and you'll pop out of your cummerbund.
The seating chart's fine. Get back to the table arrangements.
- I don't know what you're talkin' about. - Riley, please, don't patronise...
We don't have much time. Understand?
Don't worry about Rye and me. We're good.
Oh. Well, just, you know... give it a sec.
What can I say? The girl just needs a little monster in her man.
Well, I suppose I could be helpful, if the price is right.
The thing of it is, I'm holding these for a friend, who...
He's too incompetent. It's just Spike, Riley.
Thought it would suck less this time.
I'll go out and look for our doctor. You two find that nest.
- Ice cubes. - All you can eat.